Last night we's met in an Industrial Park, near da Mississippi River. It wuz uh cold evening an' I really needed uh colt 45. I park behind uh long line o' cars, Where Burning Asshole*
wuz waiting wiff an open cooler. Mmmm. Cold colt 45. Love it. The
cooler wuz brought over ta da entrance o' da Riverfront Trail an' we's
gathered around it, like uh bonfire. Except nahh warmth wuz emitted. Ah
well. Dipping back into da cooler, muh ma fuckin gloves got wet. It wuz
then we's realized dat dis here wuz da only colt 45 we's had ta drink,
left over colt 45 from da back o' uh `64. Aw shit.
Where wuz da malt liquor meisters? Unbeknownst ta me, Nurse Hashshit
iz uh malt liquor meister, although why she would announce it at dis
here moment iz beyond me. You know you going ta pay fo' dat later,
right? Don't make me shank ya!
Our hares gave uh shitty chalk jive, wiff pink flour, ta see in da snow an' mud. A new stop wuz displayed by an SSS, wiff Postage making some kind o' Forrest Gump reference. Or maybe he just talks like uh retard. Who knows? Pubic Head, our other bitch, showed up finally wearing uh shirt. They wuz away an' we's drank nuttin'.
As peeps came into circle, we's warned dem o' da mistake dat wuz made. My long lost homey Disco Ass showed up, along wiff Mile High Baller.
Is he going ta Green Dress? I love him at da Red Dress, wiff his
dancing an' carrying on... Anyway. A few peeps wuz chosen ta jet afta
some beers, if we's didn't dere would be none fo' circle afta da run.
We can't gots dat! So PMS, DMB, BA, an' myself decided ta pick up some 12 packs. Then I Have uh Dick, I Feel Tower an' Pulls Rank came as well. Was anyone running? Ya' dig?
Luckily we's rode wiff PMS, who fucks wiff one o' da hares (don't
tell Postage!) so she knew where da Beer Stop wuz. We got da malt
liquor an' pulled up ta uh bar. I th'o't it wuz uh bar, it wuz da only
building in da area wiff lights. Inside, it wuz warm an' dere wuz one
beotch bartender an' about 12 peeps. The pack filed in an' we's defiled
dem. Some late comers showed up, including Hammertongue an' Keyless Entry an dat boil on mah ass.
We drank some beers, finally! Off we's jet ag'in, dis here tyme ta
uh smaller building dat smelled delicious. Inside, we's found scrimps
an' barbecue. Mmmmmm! Some ordered chickn n` corn bread 'n scrimps,
others did not. Postage found uh fellow bus driver in uh matching vest.
The hares wuz away, which wuz weird, cuz da ones dat got chickn n` corn
bread 'n scrimps had da colt 45. Ha! What 'chew thinking man?
Back at circle, we's found angry thirsty peeps. CliffBangHer
angrily got da colt 45 out o' da trunk o' da `64 an' set it down fo'
peeps ta drink. We rounded up fo' uh long circle. In circle,
autohashers wuz made ta drink, even though we's brought colt 45! What
da hell? Significant runs wuz mentioned, wiff Stink Palm earning his 10 gang (still on da boat, he got uh 69 instead) an' Dewey earning her 50th! Jus' like Orenthawl James!
Guess who got hashshit? Yup. Nurse did cuz she did not bring da
colt 45. Silly ho. She drank from da toilet plunger back pack, we's
swang low an' drove our Caddy's ta da on-after. The bar owner wuz
concerned about where we's wuz parking, which wuz weird, seeing as we's
wuz in uh very safe looking hood. Inside, dey had Stag bottles an'
pizza. Even though afta da scrimps I don' know who wuz hungry. I tried
ta keep da big bartender beotch away from Pubic, but I kept getting
distracted. The other bartended had en eye fo' Ricky'sCrab Shack,
until we's told her his name. He then tried ta sway her in Latin, but
Pubic told her it wuz Spanish fo' "I gots uh 2 inch jimmy." Funny
There wuz some crappy gang playing very loud, colt 45 drinking,
Pees Like uh Princess looked at pictures o' spaghetti wrestling, an'
DMB left 'bfoe she could hear da shitty Dave Matthews cover singer. See
ya all next tyme! What the fuck sup now?
Dewey Sexual System
"No! I was ashamed to be seen with you; I like being with you.."~Gob Bluth
Pubic Head and Postage Tramp's "Hall Street Hash"!
Join us for an exciting trail through the scenic remains of North St.Louis' once thriving industrial area.
Directions from the city: take Hwy 70 North/West about 5 miles past the Poplar Street Bridge. Take the Adelaide Avenue exit. Make a right turn onto Adelaide Avenue and continue down the hill until you reach a stoplight intersection with Hall Street. Take a right on Hall Street and then your first left Turn onto Prairie Drive (look for the Hash Flag). If you reach a a dead end at N.Grand, you've passed Prairie Dr!
Directions from the North or West: Take Hwy 70 East/South about 2 miles past West Florissant Rd. . Take the Adelaide Avenue exit. Make a left turn onto Adelaide Avenue and continue down the hill until you reach a stoplight intersection with Hall Street. Take a right on Hall Street and then your first left Turn onto Prairie Drive (look for the Hash Flag). If you reach a a dead end at N.Grand, you've passed Prairie Dr!
Directions from Illinois: Take the Poplar Street Bridge into Missouri, with an immediate exit onto Hwy 70 North/West. Go about five miles and take the Adelaide Avenue exit. Make a right turn onto Adelaide Avenue and continue down the hill until you reach a stoplight intersection with Hall Street. Take a right on Hall Street and then your first left Turn onto Prairie Drive (look for the Hash Flag). If you reach a a dead end at N.Grand, you've passed Prairie Dr!
On-After: Broadway Bistro Zoo; 5300 N. Broadway, St. Louis MO 63147 (314)678-2583
If you get lost or need directions, contact Pubic Head (314) 560-7839
Big Hump Hash House Harriers - St. Louis, Missouri - Established 1999